I’m fightin’ too there, toe to toe,
And hittin’ harder, blow for blow,
I damn soon knowed he couldn’t stay,
He rolled his eyes—you know the way.
The way he staggered made me sick,
I stalled, McGee yelled “cop him quick!”
The crowd was wise and yellin’ “fake,”
They’d seen the chance I wouldn’t take.
That mob kept tellin’ me to land,
And callin’ things I couldn’t stand;